Clenched Fist To Op Palms Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Clenched Fist To Op Palms



All this and more is but mine,
So thinking we breathe life's breath,
Nothing whatso is mine,
So thinking prepare for death.
Born are we bare, a clenched fist,
Go op palms leaving laid feast.
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Reflections |07.11.16|

Saturday, April 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life
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Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak

Godhra - Gujarat
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